Andi wrote this amazing post about women, motherhood and equality. It speaks to me as a woman, wife and mother. It has helped me accept that what I want is what is best for my child and that society has such a long way to go before we have any real semblance of male/female equality. Thanks Andi.
Stop back by and let me know what you thought about her post.
Eight years ago today we forsook all others and committed our lives together as one. It has been an amazing eight years–I look forward to the many many more years we have together–being married and raising our children. You are my rock, my best friend and my biggest supporter. I don’t know what I would have become if I hadn’t met you. You have given me a life that I could have only dreamed of. You have pushed me to discover who I am and whom I want to become. You believed in me when no one else seemed to.
Marriage is a compromise and you are a great compromiser. I have learned so much from you. I hope that you have gained as much as I have during our marriage. I love you Hubby and I would marry you all over again. I won’t go on being too sappy as you know what you mean to me. You are strong, sensitive and caring. You are intelligent, witty and downright humorous. You are my husband and I am the luckiest woman in the world. Every woman deserves to be loved the way that you love me.
You know you are old and completely out of mainstream culture when this sentences explodes out of your mouth…
“The only new band I really is …REM.”
I so love my geeky husband.
As I sit here typing this–I can’t quite give up this posting everyday thing–Hubby is neck deep in electrical wiring in our garage. We live in a city and our little old house has a detached garage that we are just now–7+ years later–getting ready for me to actually park in. I know isn’t that a novel idea. Actually parking in your garage. Well, my dad and bonus mom bought us a garage door opener for Christmas and it is getting installed tomorrow. We have known this for over a week. Hubby decided that he would do the electrical work today as it wouldn’t take very long. Well, he started at 3pm and there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight. Hubby is doing a good job of not being too mad. Of course last time he came into the house I’d swear he had sharp sticks poking out of his eye. I am being a good wife and not saying anything about how it really isn’t good to wait to the last minute, etc. I am just not sure that would be helpful. At least not until he has it working.
Well cross your fingers and hope I don’t have to blow some of our Christmas fund on a last minute electrician….
I am so blessed in my life and have so many things to be thankful for–it is hard to separate out each thing. I am posting today about my husband. I am so thankful for him and his love and support, his kind and gentle way, and for the husband he is and the father he is becoming.
I met my husband over 11 years ago on the heels of the demise of a horribly unhealthy relationship. Hubby was a breath of fresh air. He stole my heart on our first “date” and I have never looked back. That is not to say that our relationship didn’t have ups and downs while we were both figuring things out–like how much we really liked each other and what we really wanted out of live and love. It took years for us to admit/decide that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. He has given me so much, that it is hard to write it all here without getting too personal–which I prefer not to do (there are somethings that don’t need to be alive in cyberspace forever). I am lucky to have found a man who knows his heart and is constantly pushing his own limits–intellectually and spiritually. He longs to be the best man he can be and in that I am lucky. He puts me first often and our son always. He loves my family and welcomes them into our lives all the time–even on days he would rather hang out and not socialize.
He is a model man and our son could not ask for a better man to teach him and show him how to be a man. I am thankful that he knows how to cry and express how he feels. He is the communicator in our family and he asks me to do the difficult task of expressing myself. I am a closed book and he has figured out how to open me. I love him for that–as it was not easy. Thank you hubby for making me better each day and for showing me I deserve to be loved and happy and for giving me hope. I love you and am thankful everyday that you walked into my bar and didn’t give up on me. Thank you.
Embracing Imperfection 
